| Feels like I’m floating
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| With the world down below
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| Instead of walking on the sidewalk
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| I’m going with the flow
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| Instead of meddling hard lines
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| There is heaven and earth
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| And, baby, I’ve still got bruises
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| But they don’t seem to hurt
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| And I don’t wanna waste another day
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| Have you got room for my suitcase?
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| Oh, baby, call me over
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| Beg me to stay
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| And I’ll never leave LA
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| Maybe it’s the sunshine
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| Or the tall palm trees
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| Maybe it’s your light blue eyes
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| That got me weak in the knees
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| Baby, I don’t need strong legs
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| For just swimming in the sky
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| And if you’re somewhere beside me
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| I seem to just stay high
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| And I don’t wanna waste another day
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| Have you got room for my suitcase?
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| Oh, baby, call me over
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| Beg me to stay
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| And I’ll never leave LA
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| Through the haze of the smog and the smoke is a pink sunset
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| And tattooed on my body is our winning bet
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| And as the city sky darkens
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| I’m headed to your house
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| If there is such thing as true love
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| We got it all figured out
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| And I don’t wanna waste another day
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| Have you got room for my suitcase?
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| Oh, baby, call me over
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| Beg me to stay
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| And I’ll never leave LA
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| And I don’t wanna waste another day
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| Have you got room for my suitcase?
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| Oh, baby, call me over
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| Beg me to stay
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| And I’ll never leave LA
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| Leave LA
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| Never leave LA |